Is it fair
To say thank you
For this broken heart
Without such pain
I may have forgotten
The passion
The exceptional
Gifts of love
Of sensual sensation
Moved by words
By pictures
By place
By time
By the moment
Of images
Imagined
Splashes of water
Autumn leaf’s falling
Winter’s morning
Snow
Ice
Frost
Sun
Into recovery
To lose hold
Of the intensity
Inarticulate insensitivity
Of bruise
Of tear
Of rip
Scratch
Torment
Gouge
Bully
Betray
Pray
If to hold
To be so bold
To be so so soon
Time
For more to life
Yet left alone
Alone to discover
Fair it is
In fact I insist
Thank you
I say, thank you
For my broken heart
